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Tuesday, 1 October 2013

Month of Guests 2013: Julie Berry

The lovely Julie Berry, author of the amazing All The Truth That's In Me, is here today! Enjoy! :D

When
You Least Expect It, Write It Down:
Elusive Inspiration

The idea for my new novel, All the Truth That’s in Me (Templar), was summoned unromantically
into the most mundane of settings. I sat on my bed one afternoon, surrounded by
piles of laundry to fold, a stack of books, and a snoozing cat. I leafed
through a craft book chapter on point of view in fiction: first person, third
person (limited, omniscient, and shades between), and second person, the
slippery one. My purpose was to find material for an essay. I was a grad
student pursuing my MFA.

I read the paragraphs about using second person,
and set the book down. “Hm,” I thought. “Second person could so easily be
self-indulgent. I wonder if I could do it right.”

I reached for my laptop. A novel addressed
entirely to you. What you? Who is
you? Why would someone have so much to tell someone else? A sense filled my
mind of someone whose universe orbited around another, someone so filled with
longing for a beloved that they were the only ‘you’ who mattered. Such a person
would spend a lot of time waiting and watching for the beloved. They couldn’t
help it. They would know that person’s habits and movements, and would notice
any deviation in them. If that person didn’t appear as expected one day, as
longed for …

You
didn’t come, I wrote. I felt a
little shiver.

I
waited all evening in the willow tree, with gnats buzzing in my face and sap
sticking in my hair, watching for you to return from town.

Yes, yes. The obsessive one would endure
indignities like gnats and sap and far worse, so great would be her need to see
the beloved. And what would the price be for such a vigil?

Mother
chided me ragged for missing chores and supper…

And so the first page went, one thought
following another like footsteps, with the creative brain in control, leading
me along a path, pressing upon me the question, why? Why does the obsessive one
feel this way? Does the beloved know what she feels?

Starting a new story had not been my plan that
day. Researching my essay was. But because I was engaged in the work of
authorship, and because I listened and wrote when the little spark appeared
(thank God!), a story began. The character, Judith, revealed herself to me
gradually yet insistently, with a voice of clarity, vulnerability, and power.
She carried herself regally from page one to page 266.

I love Judith. I do not consider myself to have
made her.

This was my miracle. I’d had other good ideas,
but never one like this.

I have found creative inspiration to be both
elusive and present, like a leprechaun behind my back, usually there, but too
slippery to catch. Usually I spy him best when I’m not seeking him, when my
mind has lapsed into a passive state of slow cognition, such as when driving or
taking a walk. It helps greatly if I’ve recently been at work writing, reading,
or studying. He seems to favor those activities, and fortunately, so do I.

He’s willful, though. He resists being courted,
and shows up uninvited. No wonder we’re vexed by inspiration, sly imp that he
is.

I’m back in the ranks now of laboring hopefuls,
casting about a passive but watchful eye for any leprechauns lurking around. I
remind the universe that I’m ready for miracles. I’ll need them for the new
project I’m working on, one whose initial spark, naturally, was kindled on a
stretch of boring highway in my filthy minivan. For flashes such as these, I
carry a notebook in my purse, and I make sure to pull over before I start to
write them down.

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I grew up on a 50-acre farm in Western New York as the youngest of seven children. I was lucky to be the caboose kid in a big family full of avid readers, with a mother who loved poetry.I had a perfect little library of children’s classics to reread to my heart’s content. I think I came close to memorizing Charlotte’s Web, the Little House books, the Great Brain series, Anne of Green Gables, Little Women, The Secret Garden, Just So Stories, Heidi, Alice in Wonderland, and A Little Princess.I dreamed of being many things – a marine biologist, a chemist, a mother, a gymnast, a Solid Gold Dancer – but always, writing was on the back of my mind. Whatever else I might be or do, I hoped writing would be part of the mix.In college I met my husband Phil. We married young and started our family soon after. Now we’re the parents of four boys, including teenagers, and we don’t know where the time went. To keep the gender balance more even in our home, we have two girl cats.After my fourth son was born, I decided that since my family dreams were now well underway, it was time to pursue writing novels. I went back to school and earned an M.F.A. in writing for children and young adults from Vermont College of the Fine Arts, where I learned from many talented and committed writers for young people. The Amaranth Enchantment was the second novel I wrote in school, and the first one to sell to a publisher. Since then I’ve written Secondhand Charm, All the Truth That’s In Me, and the Splurch Academy for Disruptive Boys series with my older sister, Sally Faye Gardner, as the illustrator.Now I’m home full-time, keeping the cats company by day while I write, and chasing the boys around in the afternoons and evenings. If you want to know if I’m working on another book now, the answer is always, “Yes.”

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Hello, my name's Megan, and I'm a Book Addict.
I love teenage Dark Romances, classical novels and anything that involves vampires, werewolves or anything even remotely related to the supernatural.
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